The church bells rang in a solemn tune in the distance, what was left of the soldiers, Sir Integra, and Walter were leaving the grounds of the graveyard, leaving the men who had died in battle six feet under...
Seras felt that her master was near, it was the middle of the day, but gray clouds covered the sky overhead. A thin mist covered the moorland. Seras looked around, then she saw her Master, his red trench coat thrown over his shoulders, he was watching a grave,his eyes closed in a form of vow or as if he was giving respect, it wasn't of the ones which contained the tattered bodies of the soldiers. She walked over slowly.
"Why must human moron for something that isn't coming back?" Alucard chuckled to himself, it wasn't a question.
"Master...Why wouldn't you be sad for the lose of someone?" Seras asked.
Alucard waited for a moment before replying, as if he was trying to take in all the words.
"I could care less," he stated, "I wouldn't pay any respect for something that is dead and gone...Its useless."
"Why?" Seras growled. "Why would you say that?"
Alucard shifted uncomfortably at his fledgling's tone.
"It can't move, it can't think, its nothing but a rotting body six in the Goddamn ground." Alucard snarled.
Seras temper flared, she glared at her master. "How could you say such a thing? They fought and gave their lives? And you can't give them the slightest hint of Goddamn respect just because they are dead?"
Alucard looked at her fledgling for a moment, then stared back ground at the grave, his teeth grinding.
"There's no point in mourning over something that is never coming back. No matter how sad or hurtful it is. They are not coming back. So its better for forget and move on." And with that, the vampire left, leaving his fledgling bubbling with anger.
Seras felt bloody tears form in her eyes, but she brushed it off, biting her lip to hold back an angry outburst, she began to calm down. Her blue eyes fell on the grave where Alucard used to stand before.
Alucard was giving respect to this grave.
"If you think its so useless, then why did you do it?" Seras breathed, but no one was there to hear it.
The headstone was of a stone cross, a vine rapped around where the name would be, Seras moved it to uncover the name. She brushed some of the dirt off.
The headstone had the name engraved in fine letters into it.
Abraham van Hellsing.